"They get to drifting, eh? The climate gets into their blood. Do you know what I think? I think that, in seven cases out of eight, it's a case of a man wanting an excuse for loafing. I knew a chap once who went down to that part of the world. Got to drinking too much, threw up his job, used to loaf all the time, married some sort of a half-black woman who had a bit of coin, and went to the dogs generally." "Oh, there are many such," Sidney Prale admitted. "But the majority of them are men who made some grave mistake somewhere else and got the idea that life was merely existence afterward. A man must have an incentive in any climate to make anything of himself--and down there the incentive has to be stronger." "I assume that you--er--had the proper incentive," Rufus Shepley said, grinning. "I don't know how some persons would look at the propriety of it. I wanted to make a million dollars." "Great Scott! Your ambition was a modest one, I must say. And you managed to win out? Oh, I beg your pardon! It isn't any of my business, of course!" "That's all right," Prale answered good-naturedly. "I don't mind. I'm so happy this morning that I'm willing to overlook almost anything. And I don't mind telling you that I've won out." "A million in ten years," Shepley gasped. "Yes; and with an initial capital of ten thousand dollars," Sidney Prale replied. "I'm rather proud of it, of course. I suppose this sounds like boasting----" "My boy, you have the right to boast! A million dollars in ten years! Great Scott! Say, would you consider being general manager of one of my companies? We need a few men like you." Sidney Prale laughed again. "Sorry--but I'm afraid that I can't take the job," he replied. "I am going to have my little holiday now--going to play. A million isn't much in some quarters, but it is enough for me. I don't care for money to a great extent. I just wanted to prove to myself that I could make a million--prove it to myself and others. And, ready to take my vacation, I naturally decided to take it in New York--home!" "Ah! Home's in New York, eh? Old friends waiting at the dock, and all that!" Sidney Prale's face clouded. "I am afraid that there will be no reception committee," he said. "I didn't let anybody know that I was coming--for the simple reason that I didn't know whom to inform." "My boy!" "I have a few old friends scattered around some place, I suppose. I have no relatives in the world except a male cousin about my own age, and I never communicated with him after going to Honduras. There was a girl once----" "There always is a girl," Shepley said softly, as Prale ceased speaking. "But that ended ten years ago," Prale continued. "I stand alone--with my million." "You advertise that fact, my boy, and there'll be girls by the regiment looking up your telephone number." "And the right one wouldn't be in the crowd," Prale said, the smile leaving his face again.